John F Kennedy Lyrics - Papoose

You think it can't happen? 

Even Kennedy got shot 

Think You Untouchable? 

Even Kennedy Got Shot 

Think You Big Willie? 

Even Kennedy Got Shot 

This ain't a dance record 

This is Real Hip Hop 

Rather eat crumbs with bums 

Then stakes with snakes 

Look me in my eyes, face to face 

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I hit you on camera and take the take 

Even Kennedy got shot (blaow) stay in yo' place 

You not The President, You not the Pope, you not the king 

So it's not a thing 

For you to get shot and them shots to sting 

They shot Abe Lincoln, Kennedy, Dr. King, Malcolm X, Biggie and 2Pac when they popped the thing 

So yo, you should know if it's goons that want you dead 

And they comin' for your head 

When they see them shots will bring 

Shells will make you yell and it sound like an Opera singing 

When the pistol hits you with more rounds than a boxing ring 

Man, they could give a damn if your chains and watches bling 

All them clothes and them cars ain't gonna stop a thing 

Seriously, this Murder rap, I murder cats lyrically 

I'm reckless, Papoose might get arrested for Conspiracy 

You should be scared of me 

I'll embarrass ya 

Listen if you think you are competition then you tripping like a traveler 

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I was a battler 

But I made it so you stranglers could get assassinated 

For assassinating my Character 

I got bullets with rappers names on 'em 

All loaded up in my black fifth 

Boy, my clip look like a track list 

How you gonna stop me from popping hammers, dropping proper grammar? 

I'm a tell you like Kanye told Sway, "You ain't got the answers!" 

Big Gun Terminator searching for Syracona 

Gangsters move in silence just like they J in Marijuana 

I pack a weapon 

A grown man with underage guns, my teck 9 and my MAC 11 

I'm a pimp boy particular 

Penmanship distributor 

Period at the end of a Paragraph finisher 

Always been on the grind of my work, drive is vehicular 

Homicide with the Horse Power of Six Cylinders 

Drown in your own blood, die slow, you deserve it 

You can suck a big fat dick, swallow, slurp it and burp it 

Your a serpent of the devil 

You serpent, don't want your service 

Because you rather serve swine instead of serving a purpose